Into the woods three huntsmen came,
Seeking the white stag for their game.
They laid them under a green fir-tree
And slept, and dreamed strange things to see.
I dreamt I was beating the leafy brush,
When out popped the noble stag–hush, hush!
As ahead of the clamorous pack he sprang,
I pelted him hard in the hide–piff, bang!
And as that stag lay dead I blew
On my horn a lusty tir-ril-la-loo!
So speak the three as there they lay
When lo! the white stag sped that way,
Frisked his heels at those huntsmen three,
Then leagues o’er hill and dale was he–
Hush, hush! Piff, bang! Tir-ril-la-loo!
More Poetry from Eugene Field:
- Lollyby, Lolly, Lollyby (Eugene Field Poems)
- Booh! (Eugene Field Poems)
- A Proper Trewe Idyll Of Camelot (Eugene Field Poems)
- The Ballad Of The Taylor Pup (Eugene Field Poems)
- The Peter-Bird (Eugene Field Poems)
- John Smith (Eugene Field Poems)